December, a hunky street-type sailor in need of cash, is the first in this series of hustlers ready to perform for us. He's nice looking, in a great-ass, slightly dangerous way. He's the hot ticket of this collection, gracing the screen for a disproportionate amount of time than the others. This was a good call on someone's part. Basically the adventures of a "dirty old man" as he roams around San Diego (parks, college campuses, t-rooms, etc.) with a video camera, persuading the pups to put on a show for a few bucks. Some of the shows shine more than others. There are a few gripes here. I could say good things; I could say bad things; so I'll do both.
Gripe number one is that the director/cameraman tells more than a few of the "models" that the footage he's capturing is for "his use only." "Don't worry," he tells them, "no one else will see this; it's just for me to enjoy." This, obviously, is more than a little white lie. With release forms being what they are now days, there's a good bet that each one of these guys knew what would become of their exhibitionism. Therefore, the line is not only cheesy but runs counter to the respectability that the adult industry as a whole is trying to achieve. Tsk tsk, Mr. Ross. Gripe number two is that this isn't as spontaneous as we're supposed to believe it to be, so knock it off. Gripe 3 is that Ross owes more than a nod to Dirk Yates in his creative stylings in this feature. I could go on, but I'll overlook some things.
On the plus side, some of the snappers are really quite hot to watch. 20-year-old December is picked up from a local park and brought back to the studio for his photo op. On the way there, he undresses in the car and informs us that when he was 16 he seduced the 37-year-old neighbor man that was house-sitting for his parents. Fucked him silly he did. Hmm... For us, he strips down and begins working his nice, uncut cock. In the studio, he seems a bit mechanical and more than a little distracted as he watches a straight vid on an unseen monitor. Soon, the stiffness leaves his face and body, coming to rest in his tasty cock. One hand guides the foreskin over the head, while the other caresses his boyish balls. The camera looks into his blue eyes, then meanders down to his pouty lips. He's starting to get revved up. As if prompted, he gets up, turns around and bends over, revealing a sweet ass. Creative camera angles capture every inch. The ever-present director says (in his oily, southern-boy drawl), "It's a shame that you won't get fucked; that's a waste of a real nice ass." And so it is; he's right. Though a tad slow in happening, he comes like a, well... a randy sailor. Yes, that's it. He appears to be experiencing a grand mal seizure as he shoots his load across the room. He even blushes a bit afterwards.
Jon, a blonde and blue Tennessee boy for hire, follows a similar routine, hears a similar line of shit, then strokes for us. His swimmer's build makes for a nice visual. Him shooting his load for us does too.
Bobby, professional surfer and male escort, frolics by a rural pond, naked. Then he gets down to business. His Hawaiian face and boyish body have surely pleased many. His cock is just plain huge and seems a bit out of place on his smallish frame. Works for me though. You'll love him as he blasts his load like a maniac.
Steve, a rather scrawny college student, performs his thing in a college men's room while the camera is rolling. The scene is supposedly interrupted, prompting them to return to the studio. Once there, he strips naked and jacks off. Filler.
Perhaps the most ridiculous set of this feature is the "Prison Boys" finale. Two cowboy-hat-wearing, gun-toting ruffians, reportedly just fresh from prison, agree to go back to the studio to "get some pussy" (?). Through a loooooong stretch of segues (and imagination), the two end up doing each other (surprise, surprise). The dicks are nice enough, and they do fuck, but the stupid story and now-annoying accent of the director really overshadows the action here. Enough is enough, especially when they call each other "bitch" and begin French-kissing. By now we've come a long way from December. So, why the "3 1/4 star" rating (above average)? Because the good is very good here. Turn down the volume (completely, just trust me), whip out the wienie and let the fun begin. You might fast forward in some places but rewind in others, so it all works out fine.
- Burny Edmonds